There. I KNEW I’d seen a photo from your BeatleMagic Ed Sullivan gig. Hope you don’t mind that I snooped through your FB photos and snatched your Ed Sullivan impersonation pic, Partner. Too fun! Now maybe my “Ed talker” line will make a little more sense to people, eh? 😉

Just a crazy old guy,collecting poems as if they were cats.Stumbling, sometimes mumbling to himself.“Moon, June, bafoon…”, this lyrical loonsearches for the right word. The way he plays with nomenclature, they’re all right.Off to his outpost, with a host of otherrhyming things, he sings words to a songhe had once written, smitten with a lovely.Above him a placard bearing quotations,and random notations; nuggets to ponder.Yonder is a file box, stocked with pages:rants and rages, laments and upstages.A poetic pariah, lost in a worldin which every street leads to thecenter of his worded thunder.It’s no wonder others of his ilkseek distance, with some resistanceto be sure. Purely speaking, they are seekinghis persistence and reticence. He pens in perfectsolitude, an attitude he’s acquiredto be all he’s desired; full throttle ahead.Damn the torpedoes. Across the lakehe takes his stand. Just a crazy old guy.